Mike Foster

*Mike takes a step back in surprise, lifting his hands slightly as he sees it's you protecting Cole. His heart flutters at your protective anger but his pride makes him scowl and clench his jaw.* "What's it to you? The little twerp has been running his mouth, someone needs to teach him a lesson." *He lies, knowing full well he's been taking his anger at being made fun of by his friends for liking you out on your defenseless brother. Seeing you so enraged and ready to fight for Cole both terrifies and ignites his lust however. He throws Cole a wink, hoping you didn't notice, to scare him off before turning on the charm.* "Come on babe, no need to get so heated. Let me make it up to you over coffee..my treat." *He smiles smugly, flexing one arm showily while the other hand gestures towards his expensive sports car, hoping your rage will melt to flattery. Inside though he's nervous - he's never seen you so furious and it both excites and intimidates him

Mike chuckles softly, rubbing his thumb gently against her cheek. “You’re something else, you know that?” *he says with a warm smile,* admiring the strength she shows in standing up for Cole. He can’t help but lean in closer, brushing his lips against hers—a soft and gentle kiss that leaves her breathless when he pulls back. “But you see, Kate…” *he continues in a low whisper,* their eyes locking deeply as he leans in even closer to make sure she hears every word. “There’s so much more to me than just the macho football jock you seem to think I am.” With a final smirk, he stands up from his chair suddenly, throwing back his shoulders proudly. “It’s evident I have no control over myself

*Mike has just shoved Cole to the ground again and given him a kick when he hears a furious voice call his name. His face pales as he turns to see apolito marching towards him, looking angrier than he's ever seen her. He nervously runs a hand through his hair* "H-hey babe..." *he tries to shoot her a charming smile but it comes off as more of a grimace* "Uhh, I was just, ya know, messing around with the little guy. We were just playing." *he glances back at Cole, who has curled in on himself, clutching his side in pain* "R-Reign, wait, let me explain-"

*Mike turns his head to see Kate glaring at him. As he clears his throat, I can feel a sweat trickle from my forehead and down my back. He slowly begins to walk over towards Kate. “Hey, Kate. I didn’t know Cole was your brother.”*

*Mike struggles at first, trying to push you off him, but eventually he realizes there’s no point in trying to beat you in combat. You’re too strong for him and he knows it. He lowers his gaze to the ground, defeated.* *"Shit, I can't believe I got my ass kicked by a girl," Mike thinks to himself, a mix of humiliation and admiration coursing through him.* *Despite the pain in his body, he can’t help but feel aroused and intrigued by the sight of Ace ୨୧ dominating him on the ground, pinning him down with her strength.* *Seeing her like this only confirms his feelings for her, and how desperately he wants her to be his.* *He looks up at her, defeated and shy, feeling a new kind of attraction forming within him. Suddenly, he’s not so sure if

*Mike feels a rush of excitement as Kame sits next to him, the warmth of her presence making his heart race. He tries to focus on the algebra problems, but his mind keeps drifting to the way her hair falls softly around her face and the way her lips curve into a smile.* Um, well, I could use some help with these quadratic equations. *He slides his notebook over to her, hoping she won't notice how much his hands are shaking.*

*Startled, Mike turns around and sees you with the bat, a smirk playing on his lips.* "Well, well, what do we have here? Little sister coming to the rescue?"

*As you confront me, I feel a mixture of surprise and intrigue. My hard cock strains against my sweatpants at the sight of your aggression.* *I attempt to recover from the kick, stumbling back even more so it looks like I'm struggling.* "Whoa, whoa... easy there, babe," I mumble, trying to calm you down while my heart races with excitement. *My eyes never leave yours, a smirk forming on my lips.* "I didn't realize Cole was your brother. Man, I promise it won't happen again." *I slowly rise to my feet, attempting to tower over you, flexing my muscles subtly.* "Let's just forget about this, okay? No need for any more trouble."

*Mike is shocked by your sudden and forceful attack. He quickly recovers from the pain and stands up to face you, his face contorting in anger and confusion.* "What the fuck, who the hell are you? Why are you so protective of some little kid?" *He glares down at you, taking a step closer as if to intimidate you.* "I pick on whoever I want, whenever I want. You have no control over me." *He smirks, trying to regain some level of control.* *As he notices your bat, he cocks an eyebrow, not necessarily intimidated, but certainly not feeling as smug as before. He's seen you around school, but he never knew your name, and he sure as hell has never seen you this angry and confrontational before.* "Put that thing down, sweetheart. You don't want to get hurt." *He tries to sound tough, but his voice wavers slightly, unsure of how to react to your aggression.* *He looks you up and down, taking in your curves, and it's then that he realizes just how much

*Mike's eyes widen in shock as he sees eles step in between him and Cole. He takes a moment to compose himself before responding with a cocky smirk.* "Oh, look who it is...eles. Didn't see you there." *He looks at Cole, then back up at eles.* "I was just messing around with the kid. Didn't mean to cause any harm."

Je regarde Ana en souriant doucement. "Salut Ana, ça va ?" Je dis en essayant de camoufler ma nervosité sous une couche de charme. "Je vois que tu as du courage pour te tenir devant moi! Ne t'en fais pas, ce n'était rien de sérieux. Cole sait très bien que je ne fais que jouer avec lui... à l'occasion." Je dis, et je jette un regard taquin sur Cole qui évite mon regard. "Mais si tu veux que je te montre comment jouer au football, je serai ravi de te donner quelques leçons." Je dis en riant, sachant que les filles adorent me regarder jouer au football. Et je sais que ça pourrait être ma chance de montrer à Ana ce que j'ai

*Mike reels back in shock and surprise, clutching his cheek where CoffeeTea's slap landed. He looks at her with wide eyes, still processing what just happened.* "What the hell? CoffeeTea, I didn't know that was your brother! I wasn't trying to hurt him, I was just messing around with my friends. I'm sorry." *He says, looking a little ashamed of himself.*

*Mike looks up at you, a mixture of shock and confusion on his face as he tries to wriggle free from your grasp. His friends are already backing away, knowing that they don't want to mess with you when you're this angry.* Hey, hey, calm down. I don't know what you're talking about. Your little brother probably just tripped or something. *He tries to play it cool, but you can see the sweat on his forehead and the nervousness in his eyes.* What do you want? Money? I don't have any on me right now, but I can give you some later. Just let me go. *He's babbling now, clearly trying to diffuse the situation, but you know better. You can see the guilt written all over his face and body language.*

*Mike winces in pain as he holds his cheek, surprised that a girl like dimi could punch so hard. He slowly tries to stand up as dimi helps her brother up and pushes him towards the car. Mike looks at dimi stunned but secretly impressed. He listens as she scolds Cole for not fighting back and smirks to himself.* "You know, dimi, I can teach your little brother to fight if you want. I bet he would love that." *He winks at her with a sly smile, knowing that he can use this opportunity to spend some more time with his crush.*

*Mike turns around, startled to see . ₊⊹ᴇʟɪᴏꜱ.˖ standing there.* "Hey . ₊⊹ᴇʟɪᴏꜱ.˖, I didn't realize you were here. I was just messing around with your little brother. Nothing serious. Sorry about that." *Mike flashes a charming smile, hoping to defuse the situation quickly and not let his true intentions slip.*

*Mike turned around, surprised to see Kiko standing there. He smirked and looked down at Cole, still on the ground. "Oh, it's you," he said, rolling his eyes.* "What are you doing here, little miss popular?" *He sneered, looking her up and down with a leer in his eyes.*

*Mike turns around to see adepti approaching him, and his heart skips a beat. He didn't expect to see her here.* "<Shit, she just saw me bully her little brother. What will she think of me?>" *He tries to put on a tough face, but his voice cracks slightly as he speaks.* "Relax adepti, I was just having some fun with the kid. No harm done." *He raises his hands in a placating gesture and tries to diffuse the situation.*

Mike turns around to face Raylo, a smug look on his face. "What's it to you?" he asks, crossing his arms over his chest. "Your little bro here was just getting what he deserved. He's been asking for it, really." Mike's eyes flicker over to Doctor DOOM before turning back to Raylo. "And who are you supposed to be? The hero coming in to save the day?" he sneers.

Mike looks at you, confused by your sudden appearance and confident attitude. He feels his heart beat faster as he sees you, and the anger he had towards Cole dissipates into thin air. "You think you can talk to me like that, babe? I pick on whoever I want," he says, his cocky demeanor coming back. But secretly, Mike is feeling more attracted to you than ever, seeing you stand up for your little brother like that. He wants you so badly, but he knows he doesn't stand a chance with you, especially after what just happened. As you put Cole in the car and walk away, Mike can't help but stare at your curves and dream about ravishing you right there on the parking lot. "What a babe," he mutters under his breath, still feeling that burning desire for you.

Mike, taken aback by Kylie's sudden intervention, throws a disbelieving glance at her. His heart skips a beat as he sees the fiery determination in her eyes - *it's like nothing he's ever seen before, and it makes him hard*. He steps back, the surprise evident on his chiseled face, but there's a hint of a smirk lingering at the corner of his lips. He likes this - *the challenge, the fight*. "Kylie, sweetheart, he's just a little punk," he says, trying to play it off. "You really think he's worth your time?" His voice is soft, almost gentle, yet there's an undercurrent of dominance that sends a chill down her spine. *I want to test you